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Majestic III

Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Extreme, Hardcore, Young, Author: Me4Lgs, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

Simpson?" Betsy asked in a faint voice. The handsome theater manager chuckled and looked around him. At first, Betsy didn't understand. Then, when she followed his gaze, she began to catch his meaning. The candy counter was stocked and ready to go, the carpets had been vacuumed, and without having to look, she knew that the auditorium would be clean and ready. "I...I thought that I was supposed to come in and help you this morning," Betsy stammered. "Did I make a mistake?" Newton Simpson was smiling as he stood up. The slender little girl watched the man coming closer to her and was ashamed when she realized that her knees were shaking. "no, you didn't make a mistake, honey," the man said quietly as he slipped his hand under Betsy's thick, long hair and caressed her slender arched neck. "I wanted you to come early for another reason." Betsy shivered and couldn't resist the sudden impulse to move closer to Mr. Simpson. "I wanted to be alone with you so that we could get to know each other better and to have some time to tell you about some other ways that I have for you to make extra money. A lot of extra money." The plump, down-covered lips of her small pussy grew hot and firm and Betsy could feel them swell apart, letting a few drops of her slick lube leak out of her and wet the form-fitting crotch of her panties. The twelve-year-old knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted to "know each other better" and she was interest-ed. They didn't speak as they walked up ... the stairs that led to Newton's office. The man kept his arm around the little girl's shoulders and their legs brushed and touched as they walked. From time to time, Betsy peeked sideways at the front of Mr. Simpson's slacks and the large, growing bulge that she saw there made her feel all soft and melty inside. Other than holding her close to him, Mr. Simpson made no other move to touch Betsy until they were safely inside of his office and his door was locked tight. Newton turned and found Betsy standing in the middle of the room staring at him with her large dark eyes. Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Betsy to a couch and they sat. The man was confident and took his time, one arm slipped behind his shoulders and his free hand casually dropped down on Betsy's bare knee. To distract her, Newton began to speak softly in her ear. "Did you think about what we did yesterday?" He didn't give Betsy a chance to answer before he went on. "I'll bet you did. I'll bet that it still makes you feel wet and funny when you remember how good it felt when I put my fingers in you." His hand had crept up her bare thigh. The little girl watched it. The strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big, warm spider. The twelve-year-old child trembled when the hand slipped out of view under her short skirt, but she didn't say a word. She didn't make a move to pull away from him. When Newton's hand pressed in between her thighs, Betsy sighed and obediently spread them, opening the way ...